Who Says You Can't Go Home?

I have the joy of working with refugees. I really love it. I love them, but it's probably one of the most emotional jobs that I have. I only work fifteen hours a week teaching them English, and I cannot handle the stress of the job with my school work. I can't believe I just admitted that on the internet but there it is. I can't handle a full load in school with an emotional job and a failing social life.

Last night, I had the ability to take the refugees to ACU's sing song. It's a student production that dominates campus life once a year. youtube it. You'll be amused if you've never seen it before. It actually is quite impressive. My favorite thing about it was watching the refugees faces. Seeing their reactions. Hearing them laugh. Seeing their excitement. I loved it. It was great. I also got to practice my french a little bit...which is in vast need of improvement. Anyways, it was wonderful. They really came alive.

Unfortunately, the performance ended with Bon Jovi's Who says you can't go home. I looked around, and I noticed that their laughing and smiles had faded. I think I even saw tears in one of the young woman's eyes. I realized everyone says they can't go home. They are refugees and that reality began to sink in. They quickly bounced back, but that scene still haunts me. I can't get passed it.